A Billionaire BWWM Romance 7: The Honeymoon (3 page)

“I know,” he said as he guided his cock to her opening.
“I know,” he said again as he slowly moved himself
forward. Instinctively, she pulled away and he looked at her, giving
her time to get used to the idea before he finally decided to try
again, slower this time. He looked into her eyes as he worked the
head of his cock into her. He pulled out and then pushed back in,
this time, further, deeper. Meg buried her face in his shoulder and
wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders as he worked more of
his cock into her. She was not sure what came over her but suddenly,
she wanted all of him. Every inch he had to offer. She wrapped her
legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.

“Give it to me,” she said. Ellis was not so sure about
it. He knew that he was well endowed and one too many times, he’d
known women to complain about his girth. “Please,” she
begged as she felt her pussy getting wetter. Ellis pushed a bit more
into her but it was not enough for her. “Fuck,” she
suddenly said before flipping them over, getting herself on top of
him. Everything happened almost too fast for Ellis because the next
thing he knew, her eyes were rolled back in her head as a result of
her swallowing his cock whole. He was buried to the hilt. That almost
never happened. He looked up at her and reached for her breast as she
began moving herself on and off before she finally looked down on
him.

“Shit…” he said as he looked at her. “Are
you…are you okay?” he asked worried that he might have
caused some kind of irreparable damage.

“Never better,” she said in a low voice. “Just fuck
me, baby,” she added as she brought her torso down to kiss him.
He slipped an arm around her waist and flipped her over before he
began rocking his hips into hers. He was deeper in her than she had
ever had and even for him, this was new and it was the most beautiful
feeling he had ever experienced. She wrapped her legs around him
again as he fucked her long and hard. With each stroke, he was even
more convinced that she had been worth every single day of the last
seven months. She was more responsive and more delicious than any of
the models and actresses he had ever been with. He never wanted this
moment to end. This feeling, him inside her, her walls clamping
around his mammoth cock, her hot breath on his shoulder and their
bodies entwined into one…it was all so perfect. More perfect
than the word perfect itself. It was not long before Meg felt an
explosion in her body sending her to another dimension she had never
known. She clawed at his back as she felt his cock spasming inside
her and her body marrying into the familiarity that was his body.
They suddenly gasped and shrieked in unison as their passion elevated
them to a place only they knew to be true.

“Oh my God,” Ellis gasped in a loud whisper as he
collapsed on her. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled
away from her to look down at her.

“Why are you sorry?” Meg was confused.

“I didn’t mean to finish that soon,” he said.

She smiled.

“Neither did I but that was…amazing,” she said as
she felt his cock slipping out of her followed by a gush of hot fluid
that spurted on his thigh and then on the thousand thread count
sheets. Ellis looked down at her gushing pussy and then at her. “Like
I said…amazing,” she said again. And she was not
exaggerating. She had never had coital orgasm before. It was always
self stimulated. This was the first guy to actually fuck her into
another dimension - literally. Ellis laid next to her and cradled
her, counting his lucky stars and she draped a leg over one of his
thighs, slightly brushing against his cock. He kissed her and she ran
her hand on his perfect torso. Meg pulled away and smiled at him when
she felt him getting stiff against her leg. “Already?”
she asked. Ellis shrugged. That had never happened before. Meg smiled
and turned to grab another condom from the nightstand.

“You sure?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded.

“I am especially curious about the consensual sexual slavery,”
she said with a smile. Ellis smiled and looked at her as he pulled
off the used rubber to roll on a new one. It may have been Steven’s
wedding but he was sure he was going to get more action that night
than the couple of the day.

For
most people, the ideal wedding night attire would have been some sexy
lingerie. Probably a black lacy number or a really sexy pair of bra
and panties. And even then, it would have probably been lace. Julie
sighed. Lace is a bit overrated, she thought as she looked at her
reflection and smiled. She thought she looked spectacular. She was in
a naughty policewoman costume that convinced her she was right to
pick this outfit over the naughty nurse for her wedding night. The
costume contained an extremely short dress that barely covered her
ass showing off the black thong she had on. The strapless quality was
just what she needed to add that extra oomph, exposing her beautiful
cleavage. She had coupled this with a black sleeveless jacket that
she chose not to zip up. After all, she didn’t want to cover up
all the nice stuff underneath. She straightened her hair and put on
an eight point billed capital before she applied a coat of midnight
berry lipstick. She smiled at her reflection again. If ever there was
a slutty… naughty (she corrected herself)…if ever there
was a naughty cop, it would have been her. Julie Miller-Davenport,
the slu-naughtiest cop on earth. She put on a pair of black peep toe
heels and took a long deep breath.

“Baby,
you are killing me. Come out here already,” she heard Steven
through the door. A smile played on her lips as she opened the door.
She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Steve sprawled on the bed
in nothing but his boxer shorts. The bulge in his pants almost
tripled in size when he saw her. She smiled even more broadly. He was
already nursing a raging hard on and she wasn’t even started.
“Whoa Officer,” Steven said as she slowly walked towards
him, her fur covered handcuffs in hand.

“I heard someone has been a very naughty boy lately,” she
said. Steven opened his mouth but no words came out except for small
gasps. This was definitely what he was expecting. When Julie got to
the bed, she climbed in and straddled him. She could feel him
pressing hard against her crotch and it was driving her crazy. She
was almost too happy that he was in his boxers otherwise he would
have felt her wetness on him and probably cut the fun short. He
looked at her as she let the small sleeveless jacket slip off her
flawless arms before he brought his hands up to grope her breasts.
She smiled and playfully smacked his hand before she pinned them over
his head. “We will need to get these out of the way if any
discipline is going to take place,” she said in a seductive
voice as she pulled the cuffs up and put them on Steven’s
wrists. Steven couldn’t do anything but just lie there and look
up at his tormentor. She smiled and slowly ground her hips on his
crotch making him close his eyes and throw his head back. She slowly
climbed off the bed and stood at the foot of the bed before she
leaned in and pulled his boxers off making his cock spring to life
when she did. She looked at him as she slowly ran her hands on either
leg up to his thighs. Steven was breathing heavily, moaning, hoping
she would take his cock in her mouth or just take it all in her pussy
and end his torment. He opened his eyes and looked at her when he
felt her hand dangerously close to his scrotal sac but even then, she
didn’t touch him. Not where he wanted to be touched. He was in
erotic hell and somehow, he kind of liked it there. It was a place he
wouldn’t have minded to come back to, over and over and over….

“Oh my G…” he suddenly gasped when he felt sudden
pressure on his balls. She had grabbed his sac with enough pressure
to snap him out of his head but not too much that it would hurt him.
She had a sick smile on her face as she looked at him. She loved
being in control.

“Tell me what you want,” she said in a voice that
surprised Steven. It was commanding, dominating, hot. She looked into
his eyes and twisted her head to the side in a gesture that seemed to
ask an impatient ‘well?’

“I want to cum,” he said without thinking. She smiled.

“That’s all?” she asked. He suddenly realized that
he would probably pay for asking to cum before she even got a chance
to.

“And you too…I also want you to cum,” he said
quickly in an attempt to redeem himself. She smiled and shook her
head.

“Too little too late,” she said as she pulled out a
bottle of strawberry flavored lubricant out of her cleavage. His
heart was beating hard as she squeezed a generous amount on her palm.
She licked her lips seductively as she spread the lube all over her
hand before she took his cock in her hand. He let out a little gasp
that made her smile. He didn’t understand how this was a
punishment. It felt wonderful. Next to being inside her pussy, this
was probably the best feeling he had ever had. She stroked him slowly
at first, and then faster and harder as she went on. At some point,
she was mimicking the way their sexes would slam against each other
in a really rough sex mood. He was so close to cumming and she knew
it by the way she could feel him getting harder in her hand. She
looked at him lying there, with his eyes closed and his mouth
slightly open. He looked adorable but she was about to do the meanest
thing she could have ever done to anyone, to him. She suddenly
stopped and he opened his eyes moaning his disappointment. “That’s
what you get for being selfish,” she said as she wiped her hand
on the bedding. She then got on top of him and straddled him again.
Steven suddenly got excited. She was going to do it. She was going to
finish what she had started. He couldn’t help his excitement,
and he was showing it by slightly elevating his hips, hoping to urge
her pussy onto his waiting cock. “My, you sure are eager,”
Julie said with a smile. “I know a little thing or two you
could do with that,” she said before bringing herself up to his
chest. She then held the headboard and pulled herself up, suspending
her weight over his head. Steven could already smell her thanks to
the soaked crotch on her thong. He wanted to get inside her so badly…

Julie pulled the thong to the side and presented her wetness to
Steven. “Go on. Show me how eager you are,” she said in a
cold horny voice. Steven needed no second bidding. Soon, he was
licking, thrusting and lapping at her cunt as if his life depended on
it. It was a bit harder to do it from this position. Given a choice,
he would have preferred to hold her legs apart, and/or maybe spank
her every so often. Julie was having a hard time holding herself up.
She didn’t want to sit on his face but at the same time, the
pleasure he was giving her from his oral service was too much. It was
almost crippling her.

“Yeah…that’s it baby…” she moaned as
she felt her walls clenching and releasing. She was getting there…she
was almost at the finish line. She threw her head back making the
eight point billed hat fall on Steven’s tummy. If she was not
already cumming into Steven’s mouth, she would have felt sorry
for the minor accident she had just caused. Her orgasm was longer and
stronger than any other she had ever experienced. When she pulled
away from Steven, she collapsed beside him breathing heavily. “That
was so good. Maybe I should reward you,” she said in a whisper.
Steven looked at her and smiled. His cock was still hard. He would
have taken anything she had for him at that moment. She pulled
herself up and slowly got on her knees before she lowered her head to
him, taking his whole length inside her mouth. Steven moaned and
gasped as she began to suck hard and stroke him to fruition. Given
the fact that she had already brought him so close just minutes
before, he knew he wouldn’t last long. And sure enough, he
didn’t. Less than five minutes later, he moaned and groaned.

“Baby…slow it down…” he begged but his
pleas only seemed to fuel her further. She was sucking him harder and
faster. It was as if she was hell bent on draining him.
“Please…Julie…I’m going to cum in your…”
he never got a chance to finish that sentence. He suddenly moaned out
as he erupted in her mouth, sending his seed deep inside her. She was
taking every last drop of him, drinking it all up, draining him dry.
He never thought he would want her to stop but with the way she was
going, he needed a break…soon. He breathed his relief when she
finally pulled away and dabbed the sides of her mouth with her index
finger.

“Guess I better let you rest up before I put you in the
slammer,” she said. Steven looked up at her. He was still
panting, partly because of the wild orgasm that had just ripped
through his body and also because of the fact that he had no idea who
this woman was. He watched her as she unlocked the cuffs, freeing
him, at least just one of his hands. He wanted to hold her in his
arms but she wouldn’t let him. “Sit up,” she
commanded. He looked at her and did as she asked before she bound his
wrists again, this time behind his back. She then put a pillow behind
his back making sure he was comfortable before she climbed off the
bed and walked over to her suitcase. She bent over, a little too much
just so he could feast his eyes on her ass. She pulled out her rabbit
and then walked over to the living area of the suite and got some
throw pillows. She came and set them up on the bed before she got on
and leaned against them. “I am doing this for you baby…I
want you to watch me,” she said as she spread her legs. Steven
felt a little jealous seeing the toy. Well, it was smaller than his
girth but still…Her thong had already sprung back to place,
the crotch covering up her delicate wet flower. She looked at him and
pulled the thong aside again before she started rubbing her clit.
Steven didn’t know why or how but for the first time in a long
time, his cock was almost completely erect less than ten minutes
after having such a violent climax. A smile played on Julie’s
lips when she noticed his reaction to her pleasuring herself. She
slowly pulled the costume down revealing her hard nippled breasts to
him. This was almost too much for Steven who was now dying a thousand
deaths. She slowly brought a hand up and caressed her right breast
slowly, seductively, making him wish that he was not tied up. She
then grabbed the lube that she had earlier thrown on the bed and
rubbed a little on one end of the toy and even in so doing, she was
making him wish that he was that toy in her hand. This was almost too
much for a man – any man- to bear.